Shemale

It’s been a year since Brant divorced me, and I’ve tried to kill myself once. Hesak found me in time, punished me thoroughly and made me more afraid of him than ever before. Too afraid to try again. Besides, I’ve become used to the life now, and being under Hesak’s control is somewhat similar to being under Brant’s control. He tells me what to do and I do it. And that is why Hesak has only sima in his stable, because we know how to obey and rarely talk back.

“Stop fidgeting, trouble, he chided, grinning and pulling me into his arms. You look gorgeous. It’s a sure thing, as long as you don’t do anything stupid. So what don’t you do?”

“Anything stupid, sir, I replied obediently, kissing his neck.

“Good girl. He slapped my butt and rang the doorbell.

Since the beginning, he treated me as a girl. He knew I was a Jann man, but I looked and behaved like a girl and so a girl is what I’ve been for nearly a year now. And I’m used to that too, even thinking of myself as one sometimes. It amazes me now how I ever thought I could hold a position of authority, sit on the Troika.

Nashan liked me and kept me. He was indeed a recluse and no one came to the house, and apart from his housekeeper, I never met anyone else.

He was a retired soldier, and as big and tall as Brant, but that was where the resemblance ended. Where Brant was all hard muscle, Nashan’s muscles had gone to fat. He limped due to the war injury that retired him in his thirties, and the most exercise he ever did was when he tended to the garden.

“What happened to your cock? He asked, stroking himself lazily as he watched me dance for him. My genitals were small, shrivelled and scarred and useless.

“Lots of things, I replied. He’d asked me this before, many times, and he knew everything, but it turned him on to hear about it all.

“Tell me.”

“While I was married, there was a potion that kept it limp.”